*The Haunted Sojourn*
Ever since the day she tried to be a home for someone else,
She lost the way to her own.
The alley that echoed with the giggles of her childhood,
Lost the shining rays of hope.
So she walked back, moments and miles,
Trying to catch hold of what was left behind-
The paths embedded with sweet memories;
All ashes and bones.
She wanted to recollect,
But whatever she touched,
Blew past her reach.
Mocking her, the ashes spoke;
"We longed for your touch,
When we were whole,
But someone else you adored,
Hence we marked our rim,
Which you cannot trim,
So cry now, O' thee!
On your fate shadowed."
She smiled in response,
Skunked with defeat
and echoed in that hallow,
For one last time,
Her dulcet cry;
Shaped in the bellow
of a wounded Lion.
